Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get you want -- money's no object
all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And there are explosive bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo Starks come here, come Sun
here for a minute!
Aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get baking soda.
(Yo!) cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no coming through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original blood bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get you? None. want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one

One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy
Burn the deserts of Mogabi, for real
nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out faucets, hmmmmm
Time to your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town it down
It's the two holster, shit shot
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we payin dues
And the one is death, back to the essence
With that you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle my style, Criminology pays
The last times and days, fuckin Blaze

Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for niggaz who
Wu will like llello, ley no
Plus coolin in
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch
Stay papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain
Jakes beware rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin year
One eight hundred gambino niggaz

Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he like one

Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold crown is
gold, check it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the with silver linings
Double breasted, proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, two-hundred and six bones
And yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial oh is it
The come to pay your ass a visit
bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of
goes up adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like
Trapped inside your like a genie inside the bottle

Four: Master Killer

God steppin forth upon down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm attack
So I to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
That hurts the individual who to visual-ize under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's
My wisdom fucks up your
are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad
the entity, my vicinity
Is hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard and glocks my
Clan is and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact the iron side of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, give me room
Holdin up your saloon, sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl a wolf outta breath
only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well a pharmacy
Fuck horado plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels
The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right Tiffany's
them kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in pavillions
Them flower must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get wit all that loot kid
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up

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